Illusion/Delusion

I’m surprised at the way the mind of a single man can work. It can generate dreams that, in turn, generate the hormone of happiness, or stimulate your organs to produce liquids.
The thought that a single tone you hear can bring is really an amazing ability of the mind. It’s an uncontrollable process, the evocation of a day dream or an emotion. Whether we let it spill in every direction it wishes or we set the path it goes is up to us from there on.
The mind could be controlled if one wished to control it. Or, it could be left in a complete disarray, it could be led into an endless labyrinth of the thoughts, feelings and emotions one holds.

With this ability, a person is practically able to satisfy himself in every possible psychical way. Even some, or should I say most, of the body needs could be satisfied for a certain time. The mind can make you smile and feel up in heaven, feel loved and important just with the single thought of being in the arms of the most beautiful person of the corresponding to your orientation sex you have ever seen in your life. The mind creates the illusion the senses take as reality. It makes them see the person, makes them smell his perfume, taste his skin and feel the warmth of the flesh.
This same mind can destroy everything with just a little twist. It can show us an apocalyptic scene of loss, of what seems an endless suffering and pain, of a sea, salty from the tears we cried. The mind can make us see just darkness if it wishes.

I caught myself day dreaming the other day. It came unconsciously, while I was listening to music and it seemed that I didn’t take the effort to stop the flow, so it was already spread far too far. But I didn’t want to end it at the moment I realized I am a prisoner of an illusion. I was feeling happy, I was smiling, I felt good. I felt like a person on drugs would feel when he took his dose. I felt and saw the world around me in much more color, in much more bright color than before, much more energetic. I was, however, taken out of my day dream as soon as the battery of the player died and it took me some time to replace it with a new one.
I felt as if I’m a junkie who couldn’t get his dose today, nervous, seeing the world in dull and boring colors. I, then, realized how the mind can be one’s drug. I realized that inside, every single one of us is a junkie, we just refuse to realize it, because, again the mind, has already created an image of the homeless junkies with black circles under their eyes, with their torn clothes, begging for money, or stealing, just to get their daily dose and we do not like this image.
We prefer to see our humble personas as a person who has no obsessions what so ever, a person who is noble, a person who is courageous, brave and valorous, wise and knowing all. We prefer, once again, to be fooled by the mind’s illusion of the self.

I wonder do we ever see who we truly are. I wonder if we are brave enough to open our eyes for the illusion the mind creates and see the dark side of our mind, heart, soul and the dark deeds we consciously or unconsciously do… can we see beyond the light into the dark?

Replica
01.07.2008